If a raptor can have a guilty look, it was in the eyes of the adult 
Goshawk that rounded the corner of the house (behind which are the 
feeders) and discovered me hauling some barn buckets in the day-long 
snowfall.  Flew by me with some awkward flaps then sprinted low in the 
blowing snows through the orchard, across a pasture, disappearing into 
the snowy shadows of the woods beyond.

This late afternoon.

Ian